by Olivia Moore | Jun 24, 2019 | poems, Poetry, Postpartum
Usually, I just post my poem with little to no discussion about the inspiration or meaning behind it. My last few poems have been about depression and each time that I write, my goal is to find the light in the moment or be a light for others. This poem was written during a moment where I was finding my way out of a dark space.
Felt myself coming apart at the seams long time ago
Didn’t stop to take a breath
Always had to be on the go
No time to stop or yield
Didn’t allow myself to take inventory of how I feel
One day I asked for a break
Eventually, I broke
Unable to do nothing more than cry
Unspoken words caused me to choke
Chakras misaligned
Crying out for help
But no one could see my mind
Therapist recommended medication
But I decided to try meditation
I’m learning how to breathe
A much more difficult task than anyone would believe
Don’t sleep in the power of the inhale exhale
It can save you from burning in your own internal hell
Inhale until your chest fully rises
Hold it
And release anything that compromises
Protect your sanity and energy
I’m starting to feel alive again
The path is starting to clear
I’m starting to see me
by Olivia Moore | May 21, 2019 | Mom, poems, Poetry, Postpartum
Yesterday was my first day back at work and it honestly went very well. By night time sadness hit me outta nowhere. I wrote this poem in an attempt to get through it.
At the end of the day
I gotta stand in my own
Face the things that burden me all alone
Everyone tries to assure me and remind me that a whole universe has my back
But that nigga ain’t here or don’t hear when I ask for help to get back on track
6-week old baby
Still trying to feel a new version of sane
Fighting all of this heaviness coursing through my veins
All while my face holds a smile
People happy to see me cause I’ve been gone for a while
Partnership or not this battle is on me
I have to change my perception of reality
Most days deep down I know that all is well
But at this moment I feel like I’m laying in hell
Too numb to break a sweat
Soul growing cold enough to survive
All while the crowd cheers keep hope alive
Have you ever been surrounded by people that cheer you on and advise you on what to do?
Wishing you had someone who could be you for you?
Deep inside I want someone to be me for me
Be there to do all that they can to show me how to get free
Be there to just sit and comfort me
Without me having to ask or beg or hope that they want to be there for me
I swear these poems are getting repetitive
Same message different words
Maybe one day they will be more than just liked
But heard …
